A familiar face, doing what she does best.

George's supervisor was sitting at a desk in a swivel chair looking at some documents, her chestnut brown hair tied back in a ponytail as we approached her from behind. I was incredibly nervous but as my eyes darted left and right to see if anyone was still watching me, I noticed there were at least one or two people walking around here naked as well. Knowing this made me relax a bit as we approached the supervisor. George reminded me once again to keep my hands to my sides before she walked up to her supervisor and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Hey there boss lady, I found us a model in **** need for a costume." George's voice was even and mellow as she told her lie.

"What float is he going to be on?" I couldn't help but notice her voice sounded familiar as she lifted up a clipboard off her desk to examine.

"Um, actually, he not one of our more experienced performers. So I think he can just put on any old costume at all and just hand out candy to the crowd. Any old costume will do."

The supervisor shook her head and turned around in her chair still holding up her clipboard to her face. "Look George, I have spaces to fill on those floats. So if we have the spare man power..." She lowered her clipboard from her face and her jaw dropped. Still sitting in her chair she was now eye-level with my penis and that was not the only thing that filled my heart with so much dread. Now that I can see her face clearly, I knew exactly who she was.

"Oh my God, Macy!" I was stunned.

"Oh my God, Ahab!" She looked up to see my panicked face "So nice to see you again!" She lowered her head "And to see that again!" She pointing at my dick.

I blushed wildly as I clapped my hands over my junk. There was no point pretending now that George's supervisor turned out to someone who knew me.

"Wait! You two know each other?" George looked between the both or us flabbergasted.

"We...used to work together." That was the only explanation I could give at the time. As if I could ever forget that it was Macy who undressed me on more than one occasion ever since Aroma Therapy.

"Well, well, well, isn't this just a small world?" Macy licked her lips. She looked hungry, but not the kind of hunger that came from your stomach.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, looking for a way out of this.

Macy frowned, "I'm serving some court-mandated volunteer hours to make up for a certain incident. Turns out, when you do as many of these as I do, you become supervisor in no time--well, several hundreds of hours of service if you want the specifics."

"Court-mandated!?" George and I spoke at the same time. It seems she didn't know this about Macy either.

Macy rolled her eyes, "Let's just say you weren't the only guy I stripped naked in public. Only this one didn't have a sense of humor." I almost laughed. It was such poetic justice that Macy finally got in trouble for her unsolicited stripping of men. Maybe I should also take legal action. But as it turns out, I would never get the chance because of what she said next, "So, back to the matter at hand. You two tried to pull the wool over my eyes just now didn't you? That's a big no-no. I could call security and make sure you don't set foot anywhere near here missy." She turned to George.

George put her hands on her head and shook, "Oh no no no. We are so busted. I'm so sorry Ahab we've been made. And I'm sorry to you too Macy, I just wanted to help out a friend."

I felt a pang of guilt. George was going to suffer the consequences because of me. I couldn't let that happen. "Hold on Macy, don't call security and please don't get rid of George. This is all my fault, I made her do this. Let her off the hook and I'll do anything." I knew before I even spoke the words that I was going to regret this but I also knew that Macy wouldn't budge for anything less under these circumstances. George looked touched while Macy looked as if she planned this all along.

"Now that's what I like to hear." Macy smiled evilly.